The glory days fade every day, do not you think so? and as the years pass we believe that vanished from one day to the other, but they disappeared, drop by drop Congratulations, spectacular, as always!
This is my posting for the Illustration Friday theme, Noise. Night comes early in late autumn - and sounds carry and are magnified. The remaining crickets are only faintly audible - but the sound of the flapping of a bird's wings is easier to hear. After a long bout of studying and caffeine intake, the imagination races as creatures of myth and fiction come to mind.
This is my posting for this week's Illustration Friday theme, Imagination. In many cultures, the raven was a symbol of communication with the imagination, and subconcious. It was also viewed as sometimes being a mischievous trickster. At times the sun will strike its feathers at the right angle, and reveal an iridescent band of colour.
The glory days fade every day, do not you think so?
ReplyDeleteand as the years pass we believe that vanished from one day to the other,
but they disappeared, drop by drop
Congratulations, spectacular, as always!
Mucho gracias, Roberto!!
ReplyDeleteGreat, I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anne!
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